You Can Run, But You Can't Hide [R.I.P]

Meet N' Greet

ZKDW ZLOO VLAHU GR? 

Mabel's P.O.V

After I told Ford about the letter Dipper received two weeks ago, I realized he hadn't come back from his walk to the forest. I started panicking, so Ford and I set off to look for him. 

"Dipper!" I shrieked. I've said his name plenty of time already, but Ford and I know we're starting to lose hope; besides it's dark out already. 

CRACK! 

I jumped at the sound, and Ford flinched a little. Suddenly, I heard another sound terribly similar to the other: a bone snapping in two. I know what it sounds like, since I've broken my arm once, and it hurt. A lot. I shrieked for no apparent reason, and sprinted to some random part of the forest. What I saw made me feel like I had literally shut down. 

Dipper lay in a grotesque angle, his back obviously broken. His hat had fallen to the side, and a chunk of his hair was coated in congealed blood, but much, much more pooled around his unconscious self. Apparently, he had been somewhat blindfolded; the cloth was black and had a golden eye was stitched evenly right in the middle. Like a scary cyclops. 

His left hand was slack, except for some fingers gripping a broken rock coated in strands of hair. His jaw hung open, and his pearly white teeth were tinted with an ugly shade of pink. 

"Good God!" Ford cried. I've never seen my great-uncle like this since he erased Grunkle Stan's mind to defeat...him. That was so long ago. But, what about now? 

I took a step forward, but Ford held his arm out in front of me. Stopping me in my tracks. 

"Don't...move," he whispered. 

Before I could speak, something caught my eye. The statue of Bill Cipher sat beside Dipper; his blood smeared on...on his hand. 

Silence. 

"He's back," Ford growled menacingly. 

"He's finally returned."